The Boy With Green Eyes

Chapter 27: Better Than I Know Myself

SO it's the end of my first week of uni! It was awesome, so many cool new people and awesome subjects! It's been great! But, unfortunately, it's meant less time for me to write as study has to become a priority :/ I apologise for this, but I will try and write whenever I get the opportunity! 

So here's the next chapter, warning, in the beginning, things may get a little 'intimate', nothing too far, but if you're uncomfortable with it, just skip that little bit, it's not much. I won't be writing anything more intimate than the level that's in here, I'm just not comfortable doing that, plus it's not really in the mood of this story either, so again, if you don't like it, skip it but keep reading the rest :P

It's not my best, but I hope you guys like it anyway haha (unedited)

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Turns out, staying for dinner was probably the worst decision I ever made.

Cheeky Oliver came out to play. Oh wait, no it was 'Ollie' now as his parents called him. Made him sound even cheekier. His mum went to all this effort making spaghetti carbonara (om nom nom) with cheesy potato bake and garlic bread on the side. So good. And there was chocolate mousse for dessert. Even better. And Julie was an awesome cook. I was still a little unhappy that I couldn't for the life of me remember being here before in this house. But either way, Oliver made it super duper awkward for me.

We all sat at the table when Julie called us in. The table was set quite simply but classily, going with the yellowish lighting in the room. Cute photos of a young Oliver adorned the walls, making me giggle as he scowled. We were seated with Oliver and I next to each other and his parents across from us. That was probably the start of the worst decision ever. As his parents went to bring in the dishes from the kitchen, his hand made its way onto my bare thigh. I hit it away, but much to my dismay, it returned and so did his parents. I couldn't well hit it away inconspicuously. Once again, his dad was way clued in and raised his eyebrows in approval, winking at Oliver. What.

The savoury aromas hit my nose and my mouth watered at the sight. Everything looked hot and fresh and smelled delicious. Julie served each of us in turn, ensuring I had plenty to eat on my plate. I waited until everyone else started eating before I picked my fork up, struggling with the wait since I was starving. As we ate in a comfortable silence, Oliver's hand slowly inched its way up my thigh, leaving tingles in its wake. My throat tightened and I paused, fork halfway to my mouth as his fingers brushed the hem of my shorts. Forcing myself to try and ignore it, I smiled and kept eating.

"So, I hear that you were there when Ollie woke up?" His mum asked between mouthfuls.

I nodded. "Yeah, sure was. It was a pretty incredible moment." I hoped Oliver didn't catch onto the underlying tone of my words. His fingers edged under the hem. Oh god.

"Well, David and I are just glad he finally woke! We had so much hope and faith. And it paid off! Didn't it David?" She was ecstatic and looked lovingly at her husband. They shared a sweet moment, it felt almost as if you were intruding. Oliver took the opportunity to remove his hands from under the hem. I almost exhaled in relief but then his fingers moved to my core. Over my clothes, but still. Pressing my thighs together, I attempted to stop him, but my attempts were pretty half-assed. Traitorous body. He started out with light stroking over my clothes but even then, it was like his touch was igniting a part of me I hadn't embraced in almost a year. My attraction to the brown haired boy beside me grew tenfold and I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan threatening to escape once his fingers moved underneath my shorts. There was no skin contact, but there was no doubt he could feel the evidence of my arousal. It only seemed to make him smirk before pressing on. The tension in my lower stomach was building and I knew I had to get out of the situation ASAP before something incredibly embarrassing happened. I shovelled a couple more mouthfuls in then asked to use the bathroom. His parents were more than happy for me to do so, however they asked Oliver to show me where it was. Great. He faced me, eyes dark and playful. I stood up, leaving his hand lingering, and walked off, not waiting for him. I just sort of walked in the general direction I assumed it might be in. Hearing some shuffling behind me, I guessed that Oliver was catching up.